 And now for the conclusion of The Case of the Chemical Chickens, today's Nick Carter adventure brought to you by Old Dutch Cleanser. At 7 o'clock, the night is pitch black. Alongside the white house behind Farmer Wilson's chicken yard, five men and a woman wait tensely, watching the turnpike road. He ought to be along any minute, didn't he? I took the shortcut. He couldn't be more than five minutes behind me.